I started teaching guitar to Dominic when he was 8 and I was 13. We lived next door to a family with 6 boys, a good antidote to Dom’s 3 older sisters. I taught Dominic and the three eldest neighbours and we formed a band, called The Bees – shamefaced borrowing from the name of our favourite, The Beatles. Dom was on rhythm guitar and percussion, which meant anything from hubcaps to raw-hide drums and maracas. We were all encouraged to perform, and naturally spent more time on the band than on schoolwork. Then in 1969 Dominic went to boarding school a day’s journey away so the agonising decision had to be made to ask him to leave the band, by this time called Quicksand. The final irony for him was that in 1970, now fully equipped with drum kit and electric guitars, we performed at his school with him in the audience. I went to Bowdoin College in Maine and was taught a completely different way of playing guitar: lots of bossanova, new chord structures, latin/jazz rhythms. When Dominic heard this (1974) he was transfixed and I then passed on all I knew to him. In 1980 we worked together in London: he had left Guildhall and I was getting nowhere fast as an advertising copywriter. We formed a duo, played in restaurants, clubs, for private parties, and as a warm-up act at the jazz venue Pizza on the Park. We were asked to be permanent fixtures at the Savoy, but turned it down. I soon realised I was out of my league so went into music management instead and stood aside to let Dominic grow into the brilliant musician that he is. I am extremely proud of my brother.